Their conversation flowed effortlessly, like a gentle stream. They talked about their dreams, their fears, and their aspirations. With every step, Taro felt himself falling for her.
Feeling a bit more courageous with each passing moment, Taro finally mustered the strength to approach her. "Excuse me," he said softly, not wanting to intrude on her peaceful reading session. "But are you okay? You look lost in thought." ane wa yanmama junyuu-chuu 1
